My body, my choice. It is a very simple concept, so much so that my toddlers understand it, and yet the right to my body and my choices have been overridden and used as political pawns.
I’m preparing myself for lots of conversation on the overturning of Roe vs. Wade. I’m preparing myself for efforts to figure out how to retain the rights that remain of me and all my uterus bearing friends and family. I’m preparing myself to support those whose livelihoods hinge on other “precedented” laws.
Removing the rights to abortion has a direct impact on the health, economic welfare, and autonomy of millions of people. It takes away psychological and physical safety especially for those who belong to additional marginalized identities. And it also takes away our attention to our relationships, our homes, our work and many other things because we have to fight the injustice.
I’m still processing the emotions coursing through me. I’m both angry and helpless. I’m in both fight and freeze. Action and inaction. I’m furious for the collective and fearful for my children. I’m ready to march and tired of talking.
There is no conclusion to this post as it is only the beginning.
